Bullying
Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim
Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done
His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.
Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.
28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.

Things has change,
Our world is coming to an end.
On our destiny,
The wicked now sit.
An our hope is gone.
Our laughter, has been wiped
Away by our sorrows,
And we fear for our own shadows.
Upon our land,
Bloods are shed.
On our land the innocent crouch
Their tooth with pain for revenge.
Whiles we moan our dead,
Our food and drinks are taken
And our daughters in which
The pride of our nation are
Restored on are sexually used by them
In the name of celebrating our defeated.
we pray, cry, whiles they laugh
And mock us not noticing,
That our is hearing us.
Our men has been killed,
And we fear for what will happen tomorrow
Our heart are heavy,
And we are restless.
We see but now blind
For the tears of pain has make us blind
We are helpless,
And we need help.
We are weak
And we need strength.

I SCREAM, I SHOUT IN PAIN
THE AGONY OF MY PAST LIFE TREATHENS ME
AS IF IN A TRANCE
ALL I SEE IS THE TRILLING NUISANCE
OF MY PAST LIFE SCENES.
OH MY PAST HOW PAINFUL?
SO UNDESIRABLE,THE UNLIMITED DISTRESS
LIKE CHAINS
THE RE-BONDING EFFECTS
ON MY WHOLE BODY LANES
WAS IT FOR LOVE, OR MIS-HAVES?
WHY ALL THIS?
THE MANY CRIES ALWAYS
GOING TRU TO TRUIMPH
BUT YEY A HAULTING STOP
IF NOT BUT FOR MY LIFE
IN TIMES TO COME
WILL I NEGLECT NOT
THE SCREAMS FROM MY PAST!

I see the blood
You too know my thoughts
You ask me why i did this
I am ashamed at the sight
I did what i needed
My mind telling my soul
What my body wouldn’t do
Is this how it is
The satisfaction i never get
The reward of nothing
My heart cries just once
To see the hope
To feel the love it never has
To fill the gap its always had
You whisper to me
Tell me what i want to hear
But it's not what i want
It weakens me to think
All this time you thought
But never knew me
I doubt myself
You try to comfort me
The grip of your soul holds me
Tightens around mine
I feel your strength
The strength i never had
It doesn’t help me
Only makes this worse
The guilt I’ve felt gets worse
Burns in my chest like a fire
It will never die down
The pain is there
And it plans to stay.

political position penetrates purity
anger and aggression accommodate mirroring
of awful austerity allocated each time
we fall victim helpless to our weak mind
the peoples pressure piles upward
racing towards restoration as the dusk burns
aggravating what was once blue and serene
live this fight in life view the feud in a dream
function funding fatalities the newest regime
are sly scoundrels salivating so few in between
that save a soul sacrificing personal gain
pedantic petty priorities just turn into pain

my feet punch the dull, rugged pavent as i slink down the cool quiet night with only the harsh stale lamp to highlight my way ahead a presence is felt as the hairs on the back of my neck come to a stand my heart unconsciously increases in speed my eyes dart from shadow to shadow as the darkness flies around me, mocking my every move my pace quickens as i attempt to escape the nightmare, they are chasing me now snatching at me with there thick claws ive been forced to a sprint they drew closer i can feel the cool of there pace against my back as i lurch forward out of there reach ahead is a never ending blanket of silent blackness i close my eyes and stop dead in my tracks as the darkness engulfs my life the suffering has ended

It hurts to love and not
be loved in return.
But,
lt hurts more to love and
never find the courage to
express your feelings.
Love hurts when you
remove the feeling,
passion and romance in a
relationship,
yet discover you still care
for that person.
It hurts more when
someone loved is needed,
someone who means a
lot;
someone who matters
most.
Only to discover that you
were never meant for
each other;
and you've to let go.
At the closure of the door
of happiness,
another opens.
Though often we tarry at
the closed doors;
that we don't see the one
opened for us.
The best love of friends is
the one you'll be with,
never say a word;
then walk away feeling
the best conversation
ever.
We don't know what love
we're missing until it
arrives.
Giving someone all your
love
is never an assurance of
love in return,
let love grow in their
heart;
though it doesn't.
Be content it grew in
yours.
There abounds words
you love to hear,
but
never would hear them
from the person you
expected.
Be not deaf never to hear
those words,
from the one who says it
from their heart.
Never say goodbye,
if you can still try.
Never give up,
if you can still go on.
Love comes to those who
still hope,
though were
disappointed.
To those who still believe,
though were betrayed.
To those who still need to
love,
though were hurt before.
To those who have
courage and faith to
build trust and
relationship again.
It takes a minute to get a
crush on someone.
An hour to like someone.
A day to love someone,
but
it takes a lifetime to
forget someone.
Don't go for looks,
they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth,
it fades away.
Don't go for fame,
it passes with time.
Go for character and
charisma,
go for content not
container,
go for love not lust.
Go for quality not
quantity.
Go for someone who
makes you smile,
because
it takes a smile to make a
dark day seem bright.
Go for someone who
values you,
who makes you feel
secured.
Hope you find that
someone that makes you
smile.

Numbness wraps itself around my beating internal organ, blood thickens to a high viscoscious pulp, lungs choke up, air becomes a luxury, I am brought to my knees with a sickening thud I fall to my side defeated I let out a last gasp for air the world turns upside down I see darkness I feel my thoughts quieting my body motionless on the cold, Grey pavement I admire its cracks running along itself and thank it for allowing it to me by resting place i feel the light within me dimming and all is silent at last

they are confused i feel their it pouring out of their words as they spit cruel taunts at me hoping to get another reason to strike me father they do not know which the madness they bring forth they pull me high i feel a sharp pain in my hands they grow cold and limp their smothered in red ink pouring from itself they place jagged pieces of something on my head and i feel a warm liquid dripping down my face i feel my life draining i look down at my death dealers and forgive them as i pass on to see my father

The rain that reached the rural of my roof
Collapsed through ceilings cracked, a crying child
Sometimes I cry myself. A man I mourn
The day that I will die of deaths disease
In tale I tease my thoughts to take back time
When age was young, a yearling of a youth
But brother, I must battle this blind pain
As he that walked with faith on waters will

content at moments still - how long a 100's of an hour possibly more? unknown time is an ally but betrays my trust - turning on me like the dark transcendence moon overwhelming the lulling sun in the evenings day - overtaking it slowly quietly drowning it in its purest shade of black - until all is null and silenced - these past months of my own life - pressured rushed dis fulfilling no more - dont miss treat me time - your my most precious asset you wont last forever

TO THE MEDICAL STAFF OF THE HOSPITAL
pain to ruin,
reliet to save,
great
is the job
by the doctors who trace
the way
to protect the life,
right
and brave are the moves,
courageous- the looks,
and priceless
the outcome
for the Dads and the Moms,
the thanks can't be counted,
never repaid,-
the only word to describe is
GREAT!
Ivan Petryshyn Chicago IL 05/13/07